Eyes Closed Rose Novels & Stories

In her mother's eyes, red roses are the most beautiful flower in her garden. Mayari finally toss the flower, and she suddenly winced in pain as the rose's thorn grazed her soft skin. Her wounded finger started to bleed but she never panic nor she cried for there are no more tears left to be pushed out. She just stared at the crimson liquid as it fell from her finger and stained the puddle below her. Mayari close her eyes and when she opened it, a rocky ceiling met her vision. And droplets of water with a low clink, falling from a hight to the ground filled her ears, anything else was silence.

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

She wanted to see his reaction but his burning eyes that never stayed away from him somewhat made her want to dig a hole and jump into it. “Can you close your eyes?” She requested, hoping this would help her to ease herself on her own little adventure. Dominic gave her a look, “So I should close my eyes?” She nodded firmly. “Even though I am the one teaching you?” Dominic tease her, finding her lips puckered. “Alright alright, it’s all on your hands now,” he raised both of his hands, placing it beside him before closing his pretty inky gaze. Rose wondered if she had made a mistake. As the pressure she felt when Dominic had opened his eyes felt lesser compared to how. She gulped again, starin

My eyes practically bulged in their sockets when I saw the red roses. Alpha Roman was crouched before them, brushing a petal gently. "Do you know what this flower is called?" He asked, and I moved closer, halting behind him. He was shirtless, his hair pulled into a half ponytail. He had deep incision scars on his back. They looked painful. "It's a Rose," I said, crouching beside him. He glanced at me, his green eye glowing. "Rose," he rolled the word on his tongue.

"How much further do we have to go? Are you trying to wear me out on our first day of marriage?" Gabriel laughed along and pointed to a villa about 30 feet ahead. Freya looked up and saw a burst of vibrant red. With the sky growing darker and the light too dim to make out what they were, she asked, "What's that?" Gabriel stayed silent and pulled her along as he ran. When they reached the gate and pushed it open, Freya was met by a garden bursting with royal poinciana blossoms, their flowers swarming every branch. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed up, lost in the beautiful sea of blossoms. A breeze picked up, sending the red petals fluttering to the ground. It felt surreal, like

Enough to fill the space with color and scent, the deep red catching against the dim light of the bar. They moved straight to the counter. “Delivery for Rose Rainer,” the first one said. “Can you sign?” Rose stared at them for half a second. “Yeah. That’s me.” She signed. “Where do you want them?” She glanced at the growing mass of roses, then gave a small shake of her head. “Anywhere they fit.” A card was placed in her hand. She opened it. Wild Rose. See you tonight. K. Vivian let out a sound somewhere between a squeal and a gasp.

I pulled out my duffel bag and quickly packed up my few belongings. Suddenly, Carlo kicked the door open in anger. Seeing the bag by my feet, he sneered and kicked it over. I frowned and glared at him. "What's your problem?" "I should be asking you that, Rosa! Are you pulling that same trick again? You didn't die last time you jumped into the river, so where are you planning to go this time? Are you going to send another suicide note again?"

“ What the fuck is this Rosie? Why shoul—” “ Just do it, c'mon and don't open them till I tell you to”. Rosie urged making Haven roll her eyes but did it either way. She took a deep breath before slowly closing her eyes. “ Now, what do you see?” “ Hello, my eyes are closed”. Haven pointed out the obvious. “ How do you expect me to see anything with my eyes closed?” “ I know your eyes are closed”. Rosie replied somewhat annoyed. “ I'm not expecting you to look with your eyes. Look with your heart and tell me what you see dummy!”

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; .....